#slang!

Los Angeles, California, May 1996

Flyers were plastered all throughout campus. It was damn near impossible to miss them.

Just about everywhere Y/N turned she read, "Def Leppard live at Zeta Beta Tau's house! Save the date, Thursday night! 5/9/96."

She had practically memorized the entire flyer that read, "Come see Def Leppard perform new songs off their latest up and coming album, Slang!" and, "Don't miss this live broadcast over thousands of stations!" written just underneath the main headline. She just knew those numbers had to have been wildly exaggerated.

As if that wasn't enough, there were other variations of the posters, including, but not limited to, "ZBT Frat House!"

"Def Leppard live at UCLA!"

"Don't miss the Slang Radio World Premiere!"

"If you can't make it, be sure to tune into the broadcast live on KLOS 95.5 FM!"

She rolled her eyes at the concept of it. What kind of ridiculous publicity stunt was this?

Sure, UCLA was one of the top schools in the country, but what did they as an institution have anything to do with Def Leppard? Or any other band for that matter. Deep down she knew that there had to have been some record label exec's kid in the ZBT frat for this to even be considered, let alone actually approved and actively promoted.

She questioned their reasoning for it every day she was on campus. Whether she was passing the bulletin boards in the long winding hallways on her way to her classes or at each crosswalk where they were plastered all over the streetlights.

Y/N thought it was bad enough seeing the campus littered with them. Though in some ways it was almost worse in the comfort of her own apartment.

Her roommate Leah was a major Def Leppard fan, a die-hard if you will. She'd been to so many of their shows she had lost count ages ago.

The first day the flyers showed up on campus Leah took hold of one off a nearby building and brought it home, taping it to the door of their refrigerator.

For months on end all she ever talked about was the concert. Nearly every conversation ended with her saying how excited she was and how she was determined to be in the front row.

Def Leppard had started up sometime when Y/N and Leah were just kids. She vaguely remembered hearing their first few albums throughout her childhood, but never particularly caring for them. It wasn't the worst thing to her, but it also wasn't something she often gravitated towards. Though hearing about them just about every other day drove her nuts and made her start to actively dislike the band.

She had absolutely no intention of going to that concert. It was a school night and she couldn't afford to miss any more classes. In her first two years of college she probably would've just said "fuck it" and have gone, but not now. She was far too responsible to pull a stunt like that. Especially after working so hard for four years towards her degree.

-

"Come on Y/N," Leah pleaded, "Please you have to go with me!"

"I don't want to- and anyways, I thought James was going with you."

She groaned, "He just canceled today. Said he had to go to some stupid football game. Probably just gonna go talk up those ditzy cheerleaders again."

Her friend's tone switched like a light, from one of annoyance to sincerity.

"Please, I don't wanna go alone."

It wasn't like Y/N actually had anything pressing to do. Being responsible, she was already caught up on her coursework. She also knew that she couldn't bring herself to let Leah go on her own. Especially not to some concert at a frat house of all places.

"Fine," she relented, "But after that I wanna go straight home, got it?"

"Yeah, deal," Leah nodded grinning from ear to ear.

-

Y/N tugged down at the shirt Leah had lent her for the show. She tried insisting that wearing the bands shirt didn't matter but Leah made damn sure she went in it.

The shirt had been distressed beyond repair by Leah to the point it was now a crop top with no sleeves and a choppy, lower than Y/N cared for, V-neck in the front.

Leah insisted on leaving the moment her roommate was dressed so they could snag the best seats in the house, front row and off to the left side of the stage to be exact. She kept going on about how she couldn't wait to see their gorgeous bassist, and be on his side of the stage.

While waiting for hours and hours Leah couldn't stop ranting and raving about how short the stage was and how close they were, with there being no barricades next to it. Y/N shrugged off her excitement, hoping it would already be over with so she'd never have to hear her roommate talk about Def Leppard ever again.

She had to admit the show wasn't as bad as she was expecting. The live music was great, with tons of party anthems and she already knew quite a few songs by heart.

The one thing that did set the show back completely was their lead singer.

She couldn't quite explain it, but at some points she just felt like he was so full of himself. Nearly every other girl in the front row was willing to throw themselves at him and the rest of the band at the first opportunity given. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't played into it as much, especially right in front of her.

Leah squealed in delight one of the many times he stood before them. He would sing a few lines there before either flashing them a smile or giving them a knowing look. One of the worst offenses was when he leaned down in front of Y/N and finished a lyric before winking. She knew it was all an act he had to play up but she couldn't stand it. She refused to reciprocate any more of the little excitement she had as her mood turned sour.

Not soon enough, the concert finally ended and the crowd rather quickly started to disperse. The majority went straight into the frat without a second thought. She followed her friend as she weaved in and out of the crowd before making a sharp turn to the back door of the frat house.

"Hey you said we'd go straight home."

"Come onnn," Leah whined with her hand already on the door knob, "Just like ten, fifteen minutes at most, I swear."

"Fine," she sighed, agreeing only because she didn't feel comfortable walking home alone.

-

Y/N settled in, leaning against the counter as all her senses were overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol, smoke, the heat of the house, the blasting music, and the loud conversations.

Her roommate snapped her out of her trance as she handed her a drink.

"See it's not that bad having a little fun every once in a while," her friend smiled as she clinked her red solo cup against Y/N's, nearly spilling her own in the process.

Y/N took a sip and by the time she looked up from her cup Leah was already halfway across the kitchen, heading towards the living room.

"Just wait! I'll be back in just a minute, I swear!"

Her eyes followed Leah as she stumbled her way into the living room excitedly.

Looking around she spotted some other friends nearing the kitchen. So she topped off her cup, expecting to be stuck there for a while catching up with them.

-

Y/N knew the second they had stepped inside the house it wasn't going to be a ten minute ordeal. After about an extra half hour passed she decided to call it quits.

"I'll see y'all tomorrow then, right?"

"Yeah," and "Of course," a couple of friends replied.

"Alright then, I'll see ya later," she smiled as she beelined it back to the nearly empty keg. Filling up her cup once more to the brim she weaved through the uncomfortably warm crowd of people, towards the living room. She wondered if Leah could have really left the party without her, but was soon relieved to have spotted her on the opposite end of the room. There she was comfortably perched on the couch against the wall, laughing away without a care in the world.

After a minute of slipping through the crowd she neared the couch. Stopping herself before getting fully into Leah's view she took a closer look at those around her friend.

There was no way what she saw was real, she told herself. There was certainly no mistaking it though. Leah was sitting on the arm of the couch with her legs draped over a guy sitting there. A guy who looked awfully like the older bassist from Def Leppard. There was also no mistaking the obvious flirty looks they were giving each other.

Her eyes trailed over to the opposite end of the couch, where of all people in the world was who looked to be the lead singer with a disinterested gaze. Squinting through the dimly lit room she studied his face, trying to convince herself it was anyone but him.

Blond hair fell over his shoulders as his overgrown bangs framed his face. His smile lines were prominent with even the slightest twitch of his lips making them more noticeable. He lounged in a relaxed manspread, with his legs extended between both his and the middle couch cushion. His chin rested on the palm of his hand, leaning against the other arm of the couch. A faint line of smoke from the cigarette situated in between his knuckles floated towards the ceiling.

He wasn't bad looking at all; he was actually fairly attractive, especially with all the buttons on his blue-gray henley undone. Though his looks couldn't make up for that massive ego of his.

As much as she wanted it to be anyone else in the world she couldn't deny it, it was most definitely him. His sea green eyes slowly scanned throughout the room before catching hers staring back. His eyebrows ever so slightly raised as he sat up a little straighter before relaxing back, almost daring her to come over.

Her eyes darted away in an instant, embarrassed to have even been caught and mistaken for some love stricken fangirl. After taking a rather large sip of her drink she tugged down at her black mini skirt and straightened her posture before walking over towards Leah.

Clearing her throat she tapped her shoulder, "Le did you forget about me?"

Her friend spun around, shocked but with a wide smile spread on her face, "Oh my god you're so right, I'm soo sorry!"

Before she could even begin to scold her, Leah turned back towards the bassist.

"This is my roommate I was telling you about! She's like actually the coolest person I've ever met."

The bassist slightly tilted his head, looking over past her friend, and with a polite smile and hand extended said, "I'm Sav," he chuckled, "I've already heard a lot about you."

Y/N nodded politely as she shook his hand and joked, "Wish we could've met in better circumstances."

She immediately turned back to her friend.

"Come on, it's been like forty-five minutes. I need to get some sleep. I know it's probably shocking to you, but some of us actually care about our degrees."

Leah scooted herself further back on the arm of the couch and wrapped her arms around the back of Sav's neck.

"Well that was before I found him," she smiled proudly, holding onto Sav like some sort of prize before leaning in to kiss him.

Her patience with her roommate was wearing thin as each second passed, but she tried to keep herself calm for the sake of everyone else.

"Come on Le, seriously. I need to go home."

A puff of smoke floated in her direction as an all too familiar voice from the opposite end of the couch spoke.

"You really are such a buzzkill, aren't you?"

Her eyes narrowed. It was that damn singer.

"It's actually none of your business. I wasn't talking to you," she rolled her eyes, turning back to her friend.

"Can't have fun at concerts, can't have fun at parties," the singer went on in a sing-song tone, talking just loud enough for her to overhear his comments.

"I can't leave right noww," Leah whined, "Just a little bit longer, I swear."

"You've been swearing all night," she shot back.

Sav seemed to have already charmed her roommate, more than she could ever begin to know.

Leaning over to "whisper" to Y/N she cupped her hand over the side of her mouth, "I mean when else am I gonna be able to say I fucked a rockstar?"

"Okay, fine! I don't even care," she spat accepting defeat, putting her hands in the air and spinning on her heels, "I'm just gonna go outsid-"

"No, no, don't leave please," Leah pouted.

"Yeah what she said," the singer joined in just to piss her off.

Her eyes narrowed at him before snapping back towards Leah.

Leah pointed at the empty seat between Sav and the singer, "Come on, just five more minutes."

Y/N couldn't believe she'd even consider it. Let alone actually follow through and rather reluctantly sit down between them, crossing her arms in a huff. At this point she thought walking home alone didn't sound half bad after all.

With Sav and Leah off to her left and the singer to her right she had no choice but to keep her eyes straight. She'd rather not watch Leah now moving to straddle Sav, trying to get it on with a heated makeout sesh, and would rather be caught dead than even consider looking towards the singer.

She finished her drink rather quickly, her leg bouncing up and down as she waited for the time to pass.

"You know, you could just go home if you're so eager to," the singer suggested.

With a quick side eye she replied, "And you could keep your mouth shut, but it doesn't look like that's happening either."

"Hey I'm just trying to help you out."

"Oh don't even," she got up from the couch and headed back towards the kitchen.

She felt a pair of eyes on her as she got up and walked out. For a split second when she turned the corner for the kitchen she saw his eyes following her, seemingly checking her out. She couldn't believe it.

After snacking on a few chips and filling up her cup once more she headed back to the couch, stepping in front of the lead. She crossed her arms, "Ugh- God do you just come to frat parties to ogle the girls?"

"What makes you think that?" he chuckled.

"Oh come on, I saw you. You don't even have the decency to try and hide it. The shows over, you don't have to keep up this stupid act."

"No clue what act you're talking about. You mind telling me what it is?" his eyes flickered down not so subtlety to the bottom of the choppy V-neck on her chest.

She groaned, reluctantly taking the still vacant spot on the couch.

"Nothing-" she paused, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table, slowly realizing she couldn't even remember his name.

"Joe," he answered, "but I'm sure you already knew that."

"Y/N. And no, what even makes you think I'd-"

"I think it's pretty obvious," he cut her off, blowing out a puff of smoke as he gestured towards her distressed top.

"It's not mine," she gently tugged at the shirt's frayed makeshift neckline, "She dragged me to the show."

He huffed a laugh, not believing her, "So that's why you made it a point to be front row?"

"Like I said, she wanted me there. It was her idea, not mine."

"Mhm," he nodded, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"You know, I didn't even want to go to your concert," she tensed up, desperately trying to defend herself.

He flicked his wrist, waving her off, "Yeah, yeah, that's why you're still here. Keep telling yourself that."

"I don't need to."

He scoffed, "Yeah right. I've seen your type a million times over."

"Excuse me?" she turned to him, a now mean glare in her eyes, "My type?"

He kept his tone casual as he spelled it out for her.

"The type that pretend they don't enjoy the show, or are too nonchalant to care, but throw themselves at the band at the first chance they get behind closed doors. Trust me love you're not the first, and surely not the last."

She scoffed, mocking his accent, "Don't call me love."

Joe's smirk only seemed to widen. He was slowly breaking her down, getting her all worked up over him, exactly how he wanted to. He stayed quiet, knowing he didn't have to do hardly anything to get her going. She rambled on and on, all on her own.

"...And I don't know if it's an ego boost, or some weird fetish for you but we're not stupid. We all know you're just playing at a college so you can hook up with the girls here. Shouldn't you be with women your age?"

He went quiet for a moment as another cloud of smoke went up in the air, ignoring her comment.

"Then why are you here at a frat house? You know we might not have frats overseas, but aren't fraternity's like the hookup spot? Or did I get that wrong too?"

Y/N crossed her arms, "So? If it wasn't for my roommate I would've left hours ago. You know damn well I'm not here willingly. You are though."

"And-" she continued before he had the chance to interject, "I wouldn't expect someone your grown age to be here. Isn't this getting a bit old?"

He laughed, "You act like I'm a senior citizen."

"Well you sure as hell ain't twenty one."

His eyebrows raised, amusement striking his features. She could tell Joe was getting a kick out of setting her off, so she crossed her arms and turned away, trying with everything in her to ignore him and any other snarky comments he made.

-

Pinching the bridge of her nose she muttered to herself, "I swear to God Le if we don't leave soon I'm gonna knock that fucking accent right out of him."

Joe feigned a laugh, carefully watching her figure as he spoke to himself, just loud enough for her to overhear.

"Man, if only you weren't such a whiner."

She whipped around so fast her head spun, "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" She stared him down, feeling her face heat up with frustration.

"Exactly that," he grinned smugly.

She could feel her face involuntarily twitch as she got so worked up.

"You want me to phone you a cab? It's on me, I'll cover the fare." Joe asked, reaching his free hand for the landline on the side table. Watching her eyes and lips threatening to twitch once more he added, "You're looking a little... off."

He picked it up and he exaggeratedly glanced around the coffee table for a phone book.

"Oh for God's sake, stop it!" She snapped, reaching over to swipe the phone away.

In a split second he extended his arm out as far as he could, keeping the phone away from her, "Ah, ah, ah, you know you're being quite ungrateful. I'm just trying to help get ya home. That is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Oh, shut up," she growled, leaning over and practically crawling over him to reach the phone. "Put the damn phone down, you jackass!"

Joe chuckled, "I think we need to get you a swear jar. Clearly your parents never had one for you, did they?"

She huffed, steam threatening to come out of her ears, "Give. Me. The. Phone."

"Tsk, no manners either," he blew a puff of smoke out, his cigarette gesturing in her direction, "Now what did your parents teach you?"

She leaned in further, her body completely hovering over his lap, swatting at the phone, "I'm not joking Joe, this isn't funny. Put it down."

He casually waved the phone around, its coiled cord swaying back and forth. His eyebrows raised, waiting for her as if on cue.

She huffed, trying to restrain herself. Through gritted teeth she muttered a forced plea, "...Please."

His irritating smirk slid onto his face as he glanced down at her, "See love that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She glared at him as he finally brought the phone down and held it out to her. Still leaning over Joe, she snatched it away from him before slamming it back down on the receiver. Trying to scramble back to the middle of the couch she fumbled, getting tripped up she fell down, her face nearing his lap.

He stifled a laugh, putting his hands up, "Woah, no dinner and a movie first?”

She smacked his thigh as she got up, "You're disgusting."

"I'll bet you a tenner they shag tonight," Sav smirked from the other end of the couch.

"Come on, that's not a fair deal and you know it," Leah tried to hide her smile.

Joe cackled at his friend's wager, clapping his hands together before resting his face in them, trying to contain his laughter.

Y/N's head whipped around to Sav and Leah, "Ugh- I can't even believe you guys!"

She got up in a huff, "You know what, that's it! I'm done dealing with this shit!"

She turned to Leah scolding her like a child, "I've had enough. I'm not waiting on you anymore." She moved onto Sav, "You think so pervertedly it's like actually disgusting." Finally turning and stepping in front of Joe, who was relaxed on the couch, with his legs spread far apart, an amused look playing on his face, "You're just like him!" She pointed at Sav, "Worse, if that's even possible. And if you don't wipe that stupid smirk off your face I swear I'm gonna-"

As if the events of the night weren't already enough, a rather sick and twisted divine intervention appeared.

"Hey watch out!"

"Coming through!"

But it was too late, two jacked guys from the frat rushed by carrying a new keg of beer, swaying back and forth excitedly as they headed towards the kitchen. In a matter of seconds the keg and one of the guys bumped into Y/N with so much force that she stumbled forwards and tripped, falling onto none other than Joe's lap.

"Sorry bro!"

"Dude watch where you're fucking going!" she yelled, though nobody seemed to notice or care with how loud the music was. That was besides the man who had caught her in this predicament.

She scrambled to pull herself away from his chest, though still sat in his lap.

"Or you're gonna what?" Joe cocked an eyebrow. His eyes trailed up and down her figure taking his time, "Get handsy with me?"

Her eyes narrowed at him as she memorized every feature of his face. Including his deep smile lines and the dimple that dared to grow more prominent with his annoying smirk.

His arm reached over to the ashtray on the side table. Twisting his cigarette down, he let the ember sizzle out before dropping it into the tray. All this done with his full attention on her.

The way Joe stared back with his bedroom eyes made her breath hitch.

His eyes stayed lidded as he watched her pause, the smallest hint of red flowing to her cheeks as she finally collected her thoughts.

"Why are you like this?"

He thought for a moment before answering.

"It's hard to act any other way when I've got a pretty little thing on me."

She wanted to be shocked at his comment, she really did, but she had come to not expect anything less from him.

Her eyes searched through his for any signs of a deceitful tell, but came up empty. She shook her head.

"You can't be serious."

"As serious as a heart attack."

He had to be lying, he just had to she thought. Though the rather deadpan look in Joe's eyes told her otherwise. But before she could even tell her mind to calm down and think rationally, her lips went down to meet his in an instant.

It was an irrational reaction, a total mistake on her part. And yet her body still caved as she adjusted herself in his lap, moving closer to his face.

He eagerly reciprocated her affection, his hands snaking around her waist and dropping down to settle on the slight curve of her hips.

Her hands trailed up from his waist, towards his chest and jaw, cupping his face to keep him still. After far too long, she pulled back only an inch or so away, breathless.

"Damn you Elliott."

"So you do know my name. Smart girl." Another smirk crept onto his face.

Instead of replying her hips just barely shifted back and forth. Hands reaching for his hair, she gently toyed with it, twirling a strand around her finger, "Are you always like this?"

He shrugged, his own hips pushing up purposefully, "What do you think?"

Her hand rested against his chest as she grabbed his necklace. She moved it around, rubbing the pendant's smooth, round surface against her fingers, studying it.

"You know, I like you a lot better when you're not talking."

Very gently she pulled the pendant closer to her and he leaned in, his face finding its way back to hers.

His tongue swiped across her lips, demanding entry. She started to part them, her eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his way in.

Before she could be satisfied, they pulled apart, hearing a pair of heels clicking against the hardwood floor, nearing their end of the couch.

A now shy and bright red Leah clung to Sav, an alluring look in his eyes and sly grin on his face as he not so subtlety checked her out.

"Me and well uh-" her thumb jutted out towards the bassist with an arm wrapped tight around her waist. "Are gonna head out," she giggled softly as he peppered kisses down her neck, "I'll see ya tomorrow."

"Later," Sav added, and before they could reply he started guiding Leah away.

Y/N turned back to Joe in silent disbelief. She didn't think they'd actually take off with each other. Though there were lots of things happening that night that she didn't think would.

Joe's hands rested on her waist, just underneath her cropped shirt, squeezing ever so slightly. His fingers crept under and up her top. Her eyes closed as he pulled her into another kiss, the calloused pads of his thumbs rubbing against the thin lace of her bra.

Her hips started to grind against his, slowly but with just enough pressure to make her heat ache with desire.

In what only seemed like a minute, they got interrupted once more. Sav rushed back over, a smirk plastered on his face as he frantically reached for and searched in his wallet.

"You owe me a fiver," Sav told Joe matter-of-factly, without looking up.

Pulling a singular square wrapper out, he tossed it at Joe's chest and it fell into his lap.

Making a clicking noise with his tongue he winked, "Have fun you two."

He chuckled to himself as he scurried back to the front door, where Leah was hanging out blushing like a schoolgirl. The pair took off, bolting out the front door like their lives depended on it. Though a bit flustered she mentally thanked Sav. At least she knew Leah was in good hands.

Even after they had left she stared in the direction of the front door. Her eyes eventually drew back to the condom sitting in Joe's lap. She didn't even need to look up at him to know his expression. Slipping it between his index and middle finger, he took it and slid it into his jean's pocket for safekeeping.

There was something about the way he grabbed it. The way his fingers clad in an assortment of both silver and gold rings took hold of it that made her mind run wild. She couldn't help but stare, her lips started to part but nothing came out.

She bit her lip as her needy walls fluttered around nothing. Letting out a nearly inaudible whimper, she grinded her hips down harshly.

"What's the matter princess?" Joe asked, "Cat got your tongue?"

She slightly shook her head no in denial, more so to herself, before mumbling defeatedly, "I can't believe I'm even considering this."

His hands squeezed at her hips.

"I can."

He pulled her in once more and her body caved, forgetting everything else in the world except for Joe.

-

Eventually they pulled away, her face grew hotter as she realized her fingers were now resting on his belt buckle, wanting so desperately to unclasp it. She swallowed hard, gaining the courage to speak.

"I'd uh, rather not get it on with an audience."

"Alright then."

Joe's eyes darted to the front door.

"Sav's got my room key," he looked up at her, "So lead the way."

As she pulled herself off his lap her eyes got set on the second floor of the frat. With how large the house was there surely had to be an open room somewhere.

His eyes followed hers towards the stairs before swaying his boots and getting up. She hadn't properly registered just how tall Joe really was until then. She slowly swallowed, her eyes and stiff body being her only indicators of surprise. She turned and his hand found its way to the back of her skirt as he followed her through the crowd.

"You know your friend isn't too bad looking either," she said lowly as they went up the stairs.

Without warning, his hand smacked her ass with disapproval. A loud, unrestrained whimper fell from her lips as she flinched.

Moving the same hand up he rested it on the small of her back, using just enough pressure to urge her on.

"I'm doing ya one better," he growled in her ear, rushing her further upstairs.

The second floor was packed, socks covered each and every doorknob, not a vacant room in sight. There were already some other needy couples hanging around who were nearly getting it on in the hallway.

Without missing a beat they rushed up to the third and final floor.

After reaching it they went down the hall and saw two more doors with socks on their handles. Near the end there was a singular door cracked about a third of the way open, inviting them in.

Swiping one of the socks as they walked by she placed it over their door knob. The door flew open as the pair rushed into their newfound bedroom.

The main light flipped on as her eyes scanned throughout the room. It was clearly some frat boy's bedroom, pretty bare bones other than a few Playboy Playmate posters on the wall, some questionable tissues that had barely missed the trash can, and some magazines strewn about. The curtains were barely open, and the only furnishings were a since abandoned desk, dresser, nightstand, and bed.

She immediately switched the nightstand's lamp on, while Joe reached above his head to turn the overhead light off. The fan still spun as the bulb went out, leaving just enough light between the lamp and little bit of moonlight to make out his face and, other features.

Y/N pushed herself onto the creaky bed and settled against the headboard.

"So you do still bang college girls after all these years?"

"Please I'm not that old-" he answered in a huff. His green eyes were now darkened with lust as they trailed along her figure as he got on the bed. Pinning her in between his legs, he pushed himself above her as one hand reached for the headboard behind her.

Adjusting his position his stiffening jeans barely grazed against the thin fabric of her skirt, "And I can tell you right now I'm a thousand times better than every single one of those college boys downstairs."

Already tensing in anticipation at his words she eyed him up and down.

"Prove it," she dared.

His free hand went under her chin and tilted her head up. His face lowered to hers before enveloping her into another kiss. Try as she might to stay strong, her lips parted just enough for his tongue to snake its way past.

She moaned into the kiss as her hands slid up his chest and shoulders, eventually reaching his golden locks. Barely tugging at them she pulled him impossibly closer to her, his weight shifting down and settling onto her.

His hips ever so slowly grinded down on her as he kept his tongue moving, exploring her mouth. Pulling back and breaking the kiss for just a moment, his hand ran up and under her shirt, slowly pulling it up until she shrugged it off over her shoulders.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment at her breasts tucked away under her black lace bra with a small bow in the center.

"Fucking hell," he breathed.

Heart starting to race, he pushed himself further upwards, his hips and the rest of his body dropping back down on her. He started grinding down in a harsher manner, the tent in his pants growing as soft gasps and panting escaped the pair.

The sensation of his rough jeans grinding on her was enough to get her worked up. The hard denim rubbed down on her thin mini skirt, the skimpiest amount of fabric blocking her from full on jaw dropping pleasure.

He pulled her back into the kiss, his tongue wasting no time slipping past her lips. Her little whines were muffled by his mouth as he reached behind and in one swift motion undid the hooks of her bra. Once it fell between them he tossed it to the floor, both hands racing back up to cup her breasts. Her eyes fell shut as he roughly squeezed and ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples.

With a moan her head fell back, exposing her neck. Joe took the opportunity to bite down on her, sucking on her supple flesh. Letting out a rather loud gasp she squirmed in his grasp.

Joe groaned, rolling his hips against hers. His lips traced over her skin, peppering kisses and bites past her neck and collarbone, slowly making his way down to her breasts.

He nipped at the top of one breast, leaving multiple purple blots before moving lower. He rolled his tongue over her now hardened nipple, before sucking, his eyes fluttering shut with a moan as he did so.

She writhed against him as he sucked feverishly, his hand toying with the other breast, roughly kneading her soft skin.

"Oh f-fuck, please."

After a while he switched, repeating his actions on the opposite side. She trembled, her back arching into him as his tongue ran over her nipple. Joe let out another muffled moan as his hips rutted mercilessly against her.

"Joe come on, please," she whined, roughly pulling at his hair, drawing yet another moan from him.

His lips reluctantly trailed back up her neck on their way to meet her face, his body pressed impossibly close to hers as he bit her bottom lip.

"So I was right then," she pulled away breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair, teasingly tugging at the strands, "This is the only reason you played here."

With a low chuckle his darkened green eyes caught her gaze, "What can I say? It's definitely a perk."

His smirk appeared again as his hand slid down between them, before it crept up and under her skirt.

"Please," she begged again, "Fuck- please just get on with it."

He cocked his head to the side, "Didn't your parents ever teach you any better than to get in bed with a stranger?"

She bit down on her lip, "I guess they missed that mark."

His eyes shamelessly trailed along her figure.

"Seems so."

In an instant a jolt went through her body as the cold rings on his fingers brushed against her already burning thighs.

"Sensitive already? You must not get much action," he teased.

Her eyes narrowed at him as his grin became more apparent.

Moving further up, his hand rested on her clothed mound, palming it.

A deep sigh fell from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. Slowly he rubbed his hand back and forth over the thin fabric. Her hips began to buck against his hand, hoping for just an ounce more of friction.

His fingers pressed down firmer, rubbing harshly along her clothed folds. A wet patch formed on her panties as she begged and pleaded with him for more.

Her mini skirt was hiked up and out of the way, Joe didn't care to get rid of such a pretty thing.

"So much for your matching set," he muttered, his eyes darting from her black lace trim panties over to her long since discarded bra.

Moving one palm onto each of her knees he slowly pulled them apart, spreading her legs as far as she'd let him.

Holding her legs apart he asked insincerely, "Your name was what again? I didn't quite catch it."

He damn well knew her name and she knew it too.

A devilish grin dared to form on his face as he awaited her answer.

"It's Y/N, Jon."

He rolled his eyes at her deliberate mess up. In an act of retaliation he toyed with the thin waistband of her panties, before letting the elastic snap back against her skin. He feigned forgetfulness, over exaggerating his words, "Oh yeah, that's right, Y/N. I should know that."

"Please," She pouted changing the subject. Her hips lifted in a desperate attempt to urge him on.

Without missing a beat, his fingers curled around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off, throwing them halfway across the room.

"So much for you not wanting to be here," he added, eyes darting, not being able to focus between her heat and her face.

Her eyes closed as he went in for another drawn out kiss.

His weight eventually shifted backwards on the bed, as his lips slowly traced their way back down her body, from her lips, down her jaw, and to her neck. Inching further down he passed the valley between her breasts and towards the bottom of her torso. Only stopping once he met her inner thighs, nearing her heat.

Placing a few more sloppy kisses along her thighs, he inched closer to where she longed for him most.

She writhed as she felt his hot breath fanning over her heat. He placed one kiss on the top of her mound before moving back over her. She whined with disappointment as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers.

"Be patient love."

He eventually pulled away, his thumb moved up, gently brushing against her already puffy pout.

Joe's lips met her ear, "Relax."

Slowly he pushed two digits up and past her lips as they closed around him.

"That's it," he praised, pushing further into her mouth.

After far too long her body squirmed underneath him. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, a muffled gag escaped her throat.

He paused, gauging her expression, "Is this too much for you?"

Watching him eyes wide, she shook her head no, mumbling something against his fingers as drool spilled out the corners of her mouth.

Joe smirked, wiping the drool away with his thumb.

"Good girl."

She tensed as he pushed further back once more, testing her limits. She gagged again before smoothing her tongue over his fingers.

His leg moved to rest between hers, ever so slightly nudging her. She cried out against his fingers, her aching heat grinding roughly against his now dampened knee. Hearing another needy whine from her only set fuel to his ever growing fire.

Finally satisfied, he slowly removed his fingers now covered in her drool. He pushed himself back towards the foot of the bed.

Her body ached for a single touch. Just about anything would do. She propped herself up on her elbows. Exhaling she whined, pleading with him, "Come on, please."

Without a reply he rolled the sleeves of his blue-gray henley up to his elbows before burying his face down between her thighs.

His thumb trailed over her folds and stopped, parting them only as he reached her clit. He started with light rhythmic taps before pushing and rolling to and fro on it.

Her hands gripped onto the bedsheets as her breathing quickened.

"Please," she begged, " Fuck- I need yo-"

She was abruptly cut off as his tongue replaced his thumb, swiping long and slow stripes over her clit.

She bit her lip as he pushed one of his cool, damp, drool covered fingers in. Her breathing practically stopped as he filled her, carefully pumping in and out as he made room for later. At first his pace was slow but quickly turned into one that left her a whimpering mess. Moans filled the room as her body caved for him.

"F-fu-fuc," she repeated over and over as he continued, never slowing down.

He added a second finger, jutting in and out in sync before curling back to her sweet spot. He never relented with his ever quickening pace, every lick and pump purposeful. Her hips jutted out and off the bed as she fought her body to not convulse. Feverishly he sucked, licked, and pumped faster, drawing out more whines and moans from her. Curling his fingers and licking in circles, Joe hit her sweet spot time after time, leaving her as nothing more than a limp body, and a moaning and pleading mess.

Her breathing was uneven as her clit ached and a fire pooled in her abdomen. Her walls throbbed as they tightened around his fingers, felling like the tension could snap at any moment. In a sheer act of desperation she raised her hips once more to get just an ounce of harder friction against her clit. Roughly she pulled on his hair, closing the already minuscule gap between them.

"Joe, fu- please!"

His fingers abruptly left her as he pulled back for a split second, growling something under his breath before his arms snaked around her, interlocking underneath the bend of her knees. Pulling her legs over his shoulders he drug her body further down the bed and towards his face.

His tongue moved lower and circled around before slipping inside her, tasting her sweetness. His lidded eyes followed the line up her body before letting out a low moan.

"Oh my God!" she cried, pulling on his hair.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and with another moan let them flutter shut as he lapped at her ever so addicting juices.

Her head fell back on the mattress, unable to keep watching as her eyes rolled back and shut.

Joe's nose rubbed along her clit as he worked his tongue, swirling around, savoring her taste as he licked impossibly faster. He muttered something else, the vibrations from his voice making her grab a fistful of his hair. He repeated this, making her beg for him to keep talking.

Writhing, her hips bucked, grinding roughly against his face, letting out a choked sob as he hit her sweet spots over and over.

His grip on her thighs only became tighter as he scratched and clawed, leaving red marks that refused to fade away. His tongue continued lapping at her, not wanting to miss a singular drop of her sweet taste.

She repeated his name over and over as she fucked his face, using him like a toy, her hips snapping up and into him at an inhuman pace.

Her legs crossed over his back, locking him in place, trying to stay as close as psychically possible as she pulled his hair and bucked against him, desperately chasing her high.

Joe couldn't help himself as his own hips rutted into the creaky mattress, his moans vibrating straight into her.

Y/N felt the burning knot in herself tighten as she came closer to the edge. Writhing underneath him she pulled his hair, crying out.

"Joe, I-I'm gonna cum!"

She could hardly understand him as he muttered against her, accompanied by a lengthy groan.

"Do it."

Her back arched and toes curled as pure bliss came crashing over her entire system. Body convulsing despite her failed attempts to not shake. Her lips puffy and swole as her bottom lip trembled, his name and beyond pleasureful moans being the only noises to fall from her lips.

She pulled the hardest on the two fistfuls of his hair when she came undone. His eyes followed her as he turned up to look at her, his tongue still flicking in and out rapidly.

Her legs trembled as she looked back down at Joe. She released her tight grip on his hair as he pulled away and placed a few sloppy kisses on her inner thighs.

The lower half of his face glistened, her sweet juices dribbling down his chin as he rose. His eyes darkened with desire burned a hole into hers. Not looking away his chest heaved and he quickly licked his lips before wiping what little remained away with one quick swipe of his arm.

She was still panting as he pushed himself above her. In a matter of seconds with one hand he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off.

He tossed it to the floor before kissing her quickly.

"We're not done yet love."

Getting himself off of her and the bed in an instant, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up. Before she could even think of a reply she was already up and on her feet with shaky legs, standing bare in front of Joe.

Her head was still spinning as she stood before Joe and the window. The smallest amount of moonlight shone between the nearly closed curtains and lit up her back.

His eyes traced down the outline her body until he focused on his own, moving to his belt, his fingers meticulously worked to undo it.

She watched in a love drunk daze as Joe's hands went to his now undone belt before pulling it out through the loops of his jeans in one swift motion.

"Hands. Now." He ordered.

Without any hesitation she held her hands out towards him.

Joe pulled her wrists together before wrapping the belt around them, pulling it tight, "Ever done this before?"

She shook her head no as her mind raced with anticipation.

"Such a sweet thing. So young and you're already getting spoiled."

Admiring his work he licked his lips, "Perfect."

He backed up a step or two and gave her an amused look up and down before commanding, "Turn."

She followed his orders and turned to face the window without a second thought. She heard his fly zip down and jeans hit the floor before his footsteps reached her.

His hands reached in front of her and ripped the curtains open, the moonlight now pouring into the rest of the bedroom.

"Sky's clear tonight," Joe smirked as he used one hand to unlatch and push the window up while the other pushed her body down, now flush against the windowsill.

Y/N whimpered as the cool night breeze hit her, now being pinned and bent over the window's ledge. She scanned her surroundings outside, knowing even if the people below them did have a good view of her she couldn't have cared less. Maybe some other time but not right now. All rational thought had been thrown out the window the minute Joe came into the picture.

She gasped as he wasted no time hiking her skirt up, excruciatingly slowly rubbing a cool calloused finger over her folds.

"Nice view, wouldn't you say?" Joe's lips met her ear with a low chuckle.

She could already tell this would be heavenly as she whined for him to get started already, barely able to shoot back, "You're such a fucking tease, just do it."

He complied and pushed a single skilled finger in, moving back and forth before applying a second. They curled back with ease before continuing to stretch within her walls until she was nothing more than a whining and pleading mess. Her head hung low as his fingers jutted in and out at an unrelenting tempo, causing such explicit sounds. Just as another knot in her started to form he came to an abrupt stop and pulled out. The loss of sensation made her whine.

"You thought I'd let you off the hook that easy?" His voice was rough and thick with desire.

She heard plastic rip open and before long Joe was breathing down her neck. He groaned, abruptly grinding his pulsating member roughly against her heat, letting himself get soaked. Her eyes already began to flutter as she begged for him to start.

Without warning Joe buried himself deep within her walls. She gasped, feeling the slightest sting as he filled her up completely. Her hands gripped onto the boards of the windowsill as she whined, trying to adjust to his rather impressive size.

The softest sigh fell from his lips as he reveled in the instant warmth and pleasure. His hands instinctively went to her hips, gripping onto her tightly before slowly beginning to move.

"Fuck," he growled, "So tight just for me."

Joe started off slow, letting her adjust before his pace picked up. Her body tensed as he snapped his hips into hers, with no sign of slowing down anytime soon.

Over time he became more vocal, pleasureful grunts and hisses going straight to her ear. His short trimmed nails dug further into her flesh with each thrust. It was animalistic the way they used each other for nothing more than their own pleasure.

Joe's hot breath fanned across her neck, keeping one hand firmly pressing down on her back, "You're taking me so well."

His hands reached around on either side of her and rested on the window ledge as he buried himself deep inside her. The veins in Joe's hands flexed as his grip tightened over time, his knuckles slowly turning white.

The only gentle thing about him was his teeth that barely grazed over her earlobe. Between grunts and heavy breaths he spoke, "Can't say I've done this before."

She could hardly think anymore so just nodded. After a bit she finally proceeded what he said.

"That makes two of us," she finally breathed, delayed.

He continued mercilessly pummeling himself into her at a brutal pace without an ounce of hesitation. He didn't let a single second go by without motion.

Her eyes widened as her mind finally cleared, the reality of their amorous meeting finally settling in as she looked out the window and saw students her age down below. Her breasts bounced with every blow she took from behind.

Her mouth hung open as she gasped for air; her legs feeling as though they'd give out at any second. She began to shake and tremble as he recklessly desecrated her needy cunt, not minding any possible prying eyes from down below.

One hand moved from the windowsill and went to her back, applying harsher pressure, keeping her pinned down.

Joe's lips met her ear as he whispered "What are all your friends and classmates gonna think? She got fucked by the lead singer while hanging out a window Thursday night. Damn near the whole campus heard her."

She choked back a moan as her hands involuntarily tensed around the belt, her breasts still bouncing as she gave a show to anyone who happened to look up.

One of his hands reached out for her hair and pulled her back to face him.

"Guess she's not the boring stuck up prude everyone thought she was."

He let go and her head fell forward, dropping straight down to look over the windowsill. There were still a few stragglers that were late to the party, walking down the street leading towards the house. She wondered if any of her friends or classmates really were out there.

She wondered if any friends or classmates could've actually spotted her brains being mercilessly fucked out, as she lay over the windowsill, being pinned down by a stranger, looking like an idiot, tears threatening to spill, and her mouth hanging wide open as her tongue fell out. She knew that she had asked for this though, and she wanted it so badly.

His pace abruptly picked up and as hard as she tried there was no saving her from being quiet. She moaned, crying out his name and explicatives as he pounded further into her. Her choked sobs and the lewd sounds of wet skin on skin echoed throughout the room and out the window.

Tears spilled from her eyes as they rolled back. Her hands struggled against the makeshift restraints as he continued his merciless pounding, stuffing her cunt with every cruel snap of his hips.

"J-Joe fu-"

Her moans only grew louder as she hit the windowsill over and over, her vulnerable body bouncing in the moonlight, back and forth over the ledge.

"Joe, please!"

The moonlight illuminated Joe's face, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he pulled her skirt up, watching his cock disappear into her aching and needy cunt over and over.

This only made him more aroused as he picked up the pace, mesmerized by the way he went balls deep and how her walls felt throbbing around him with every thrust, quicker than the last.

Her voice was strained.

"Fuck, please!"

She knew she couldn't last much longer as the burning knot in herself and her walls became tighter as she neared the edge.

Her voice was raspy as she cried out, "T-This isn't fair! I can't even s-see you!"

"Fine," He adjusted his position within her with a grunt, "We'll have it your way."

He sharply bit down on her neck, making her cry out as his teeth dug into her skin. He pounded into her a few more times, trying and failing to hold back some of his own moans.

His pace eventually slowed, finally satisfied, before coming to a full stop.

He quickly pulled out and spun her around. Taking her hands in his, he unfastened the belt that bound her wrists and let it drop to the floor.

He beelined it to the bed and left her there slack jawed and panting.

Joe laid back on the bed, stretching out as he made himself comfortable, already becoming impatient.

"I'm waiting."

Gently she rubbed her wrists, feeling a light sting from them both. She carefully examined the damage. He broke the silence again, this time with a low growl.

"Over here. Now."

Her eyes darted away from her red and indented wrists, focusing on the man who lay in front of her. Finally snapping out of her trance, she stared at him like a deer in headlights. She watched as his hand moved down his abdomen and along his happy trail. His fingers slid down, eventually reaching the base of his throbbing cock. Curving his fingers around it he lazily moved them up and towards the tip, which looked like it had already started oozing with pre-cum.

"And get that skirt off while you're at it."

She nodded, her mind empty as she pulled it down and followed towards the bed. Her legs were shaky as she made her way over to him.

His head was flat against the pillow as he continued slowly stroking himself, eyes lidded as he watched her every move.

She got onto the bed, swinging one leg over him as she settled herself down, straddling his thighs. She hated to admit it but looking down at him was intimidating. With that look in his eyes she knew he was getting off to the unsure and completely spent look on her face when faced with someone with clearly more experience.

Her gaze trailed down to his hand pumping firmly around his throbbing cock.

She scooted herself further up his torso, lips barely parting as she tried to come up with any coherent string of words.

Slowing her breathing, she watched almost mesmerized as his hand moved up and down, over and over again.

"You sure you can handle me?" He teased, "Or is it too much for you?"

Letting out an annoyed huff she moved her hand up as he let his grip go, letting her replace it. Her fingers curved around his hard, throbbing cock.

"Oh shut up."

Hovering over him, she barely grazed his tip over her practically dripping wet folds, stalling for just a moment. Soon she lined him up with her entrance before taking in a shaky deep breath. With a small determined nod she slowly sank down little by little, enveloping him back into her warmth.

Though bitting her lip, her voice still betrayed her, mewling as she sank further down towards his base. Every inch down felt heavenly, stretching and stuffing her more and more until there was nothing left.

She paused in a love drunk daze, clenching around him. She felt as though she could come undone right then and there, but she wouldn't dare let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Having trouble there princess?" Joe purred.

"Shut up," she sharply snapped back, closing her eyes and trying her best to concentrate on her actions.

He chuckled lowly at her, "Whatever you say."

Slowly she started rocking her hips back and forth, trying to regain the high of that blissful feeling once more. Traversing the expanse of his chest with her hands she found her center of gravity. Soon her hands retreated back down and rested gently on his abdomen. She could feel every micro twitch are jerk of his muscles underneath the palms of her hands.

Both of his hands rested on her hips as she slowly picked up the pace.

Eventually finding the perfect rhythm, she moved her hands up his chest and to his shoulders, holding on tight as her nails ever so slightly started digging in.

His hands left her hips and roughly kneaded her breasts with his calloused fingers, squeezing so hard it was on the brink of being painful. She whined as Joe sucked through his teeth, before exhaling.

"Fuck Y/N- that's it."

Sitting upright, propped up on his elbows, he buried his face in her breasts, nipping and sucking, "Right there-"

He continued, his voice now muffled against her soft skin.

"Good girl."

Without warning Joe's hips slammed up and into hers, bottoming out in an instant.

She let out a nearly pornographic moan as her jaw dropped.

Her rhythm was thrown off and she tried her best to fix it. Soon she got her bearings and matched her pace to how it once was.

"-Fuck," she breathed heavily, "Do t-th-that-"

He looked up from her breasts, cocking a brow with that oh so irritating smug smirk and look in his eyes.

Finally she choked out a shaky plea.

"D-Do that again."

He gladly obeyed her request, timing his rough thrusts with hers, burying himself deep within her soft and warm walls.

Her mind was completely muddled as clung to him, her hips unrelenting as they frantically bounced on him. She chased her high that was so close, yet so far.

His nails dug into the soft flesh of her hips before moving to her ass, putting pressure on her as he guided her up and down his length over and over again.

She knew she'd surely be covered in plenty of bruises and scratches when morning came.

Joe's breathing was uneven, hitching and starting over almost rhythmically.

"Does your mummy and daddy know that all your tuition is going towards sex ed?"

She ignored him, her hand reaching down to toy with her now long neglected clit. Rubbing in quick circles she felt the knot in herself tighten as she chased her high. She hadn't been working on herself long before a firm grip on her wrist brought her hand to a complete stop.

Joe's voice was dripping with pure ecstasy.

"Let me."

His fingers replaced hers as he continued.

"Just focus on me, yeah?"

She nodded mindlessly, her eyes transfixed on his. She hung onto his each and every word, completely under his spell.

His thumb worked on her clit at a relentless pace, rubbing in quick circles as he drew her closer to her release. His hips bucked into hers at an inconsistent pace as she bounced on top of him. Her hips feverishly lifted and dropped into his, feeling him begin to twitch between her warm, tight walls.

"Joe! I'm gonna-"

Her back arched and before she could finish the knot in her finally snapped, pure bliss cascading down her entire body.

Without warning Joe came to an abrupt stop as his eyes fluttered shut. He harshly pulled her hips down onto him, bottoming out once more as his nails dug into the soft skin of her ass. She let out a cry mixed between pain and pleasure as his jaw dropped and head fell back onto the pillow.

Joe's legs trembled under her as he bit his lip to no avail, a needy moan and her name falling from his lips as he caved, unable to keep up his quiet persona any longer.

He throbbed around her tight walls as a contained gush of warmth pumped deep inside her. She shivered at the feeling, her own eyes fluttering shut.

Her chest heaved as she slowly came crawling back down to reality. His hands kneaded at her ass before moving back to her thighs, not wanting to let go of her just yet. Joe's hips rolled up into hers one last time as a mix between a strained sigh and a breathy chuckle fell from his lips.

"Not bad love, not bad."

She smacked his thigh, a rather loud crack echoing throughout the room.

"Oh be quiet."

She rolled her eyes at him, reluctantly pulling herself up and off of him, letting out that smallest whine of discomfort as she did so.

Letting herself go limp she fell back onto the mattress, the rather old frame creaking as she did so. She breathed out with a huff.

"Not bad, my ass."

Joe suppressed a chuckle, lying down with her for a while.

Eventually he sat up, his hair now a mess as he lazily rolled the condom off before flicking it past her and into the bin.

"So do these college boys even make you cum like I do?"

Looking disheveled and in a breathless daze her eyes stayed locked on him from where she had laid down.

"...I'll take that as a no."

He stifled a laugh as he leaned his sweat covered body over hers, reaching for his jeans on the floor. Taking out a single cigarette and his lighter he tossed the jeans back to the floor and lit up.

Between cupping his hand around the flame and pursed lips against his cigarette he muttered, "Talk about inexperienced."

A quick puff went into the air as Y/N sat up and pulled the thin sheets over her chest. Joe's eyes followed the sheets and its poor attempt to cover her still hardened nipples.

"Oh don't tell me you're getting shy now."

She kept the sheets up, the reality of the night finally settling in. She had just fucked a rockstar. Scooting himself closer to her, he gently nudged her, holding out his cigarette.

"Relax. Is worrying all ya ever do? You're gonna give me a fuckin' panic attack or something."

Graciously accepting it, she took a long drag, coughing quite a bit half way through her poor attempt to inhale.

He chuckled, stealing the cigarette back for himself he teased her, "You know what, never mind. Don't start such a bad habit so young."

"Very funny," she replied, still attempting to clear her throat as she gave up on holding the thin sheet against her body.

She thought for a moment before asking, "Don't you have somewhere to be or something? You know, touring?"

"No," he breathed, "This was a one off show. We don't properly kick off until the end of the month in Asia."

He inhaled before another cloud filled the room, "Plus even if I did I'd be shit outta luck 'cos Sav's still got my room key."

Crossing her arms, a quiet sigh escaped her lips as she was reminded of her predicament.

"Yeah and Leah's busy getting busy in my apartment."

"Looks like we're stuck here."

"Seems so," Y/N tried to hold back a yawn as Joe's arms wrapped around her, slowly planting a few kisses and gentle bites, trailing down her neck towards her bare shoulder.

Becoming somewhat ticklish she pulled away from Joe's grasp before lying on her right side to face him.

They both stayed like that for a while, Joe taking a glance every now and then out the window, and down at her watching him carefully. She took in every detail of him once more, acting as if she didn't, he'd vanish right before her eyes.

Her fingers reached up and gently traced over his tattoo, outlining the moon and the woman sitting on top of it being eaten out.

"Ever plan on coming back here?"

"Probably not," Joe was blunt but honest. Maybe a little too honest for her.

Her fingers stopped, pulling back as if she was embarrassed to have been caught up with him like this, embarrassed to have even asked such a stupid question.

Letting out a clearly shaky breath she pulled away, turning over, her back now facing him.

Her eyes started to burn, tears threatening to prick from the corners as she looked out at the bright glow of the full moon.

His fingers lazily grazed over her back, moving back and forth along her spine. He kept his tone the same.

"I'm sure we'll be back in Los Angeles at some point or another."

She didn't acknowledge him, instead she tugged the thin covers back over her body. She could hear him blow out another puff of smoke before muttering something unintelligibly.

She lay there for a while, nearly falling asleep, but before she could, a rather cool breeze came through the window and ran a shiver up her spine.

She mentally weighed the pros and cons before turning back around to face Joe, getting lost in his somewhat surprised sea green eyes before burying her head in his chest.

His eyebrows raised as he looked down at her. Reaching over her he put out his cigarette before adjusting himself, pulling the covers over the two of them and wrapping his arms tight around her.

Stroking her back soothingly, he eased his hand up and down. She let out a barely audible sigh as her breathing slowed.

Joe held her close, a little too close for any of his one night stands.

Not long after, she drifted off to sleep in his arms, oddly comforted by the guy who she just hours ago thought was your stereotypical, egotistical, unbearable rockstar jerk.

His hand continued up and down, seeming to be more of a comfort to himself rather than the woman lying with him. Joe's eyes drifted down to her. She was so at ease, so comfortable snuggled next to him. Even in her slumber she held onto him tight, finding some comfort in him that he couldn't quite begin to even understand.

He listened to the muffled music downstairs and the many loud unlucky couples out in the hallway. His eyes drifted to the open window, a light breeze pushed the curtains further into the room. His grip on her only became tighter as his own face nuzzled down against the top her head.

Everything about this felt so foreign and wrong to Joe, yet so right.

-

Y/N woke up the morning after to an empty bed, a sore, scratched, bruised, aching body, and a pounding headache. She rubbed her eyes feeling like she'd been hit by a truck.

She was reminded that the window hadn't been shut last night as a cool breeze wafted throughout the bedroom. Pulling the light sheets taut over her chest she sat up, though it neither warmed her nor covered her figure all that well.

She sighed, her eyes scanning the room, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes darted to the red numbers on alarm clock, noting she missed her morning lecture.

The faintest sound of music was still playing downstairs. The door was still shut but Joe's boots that were once knocked down at the door were now gone.

The second they got up to the room last night she knew this would happen. It was inevitable and she wasn't surprised he was gone. She expected it with any one night stand, and especially one with an international rockstar. Though there was still a hopeful thought lingering in the back of her mind that he would've stayed, even if just for a little while.

There was still the faint smell of cigarettes, though she convinced herself it was all just from the night before.

That was until she turned, hanging her legs over the edge of the bed, that she found a cig butt in the ashtray barely sizzling out the faintest line of smoke. She couldn't help the smallest smile growing on her face.

She grabbed her wallet sitting by the ashtray. The snap button was undone, which she found odd. She didn't take him as the type to swipe anything. It wasn't like she even had anything to her name, she was just a broke college kid after all.

When she hesitantly opened it a small paper and a ten dollar bill fell out from between the folds. She slipped both the note and the bill she must've misplaced between her fingers.

Rubbing her eyes with her arm, her blurry vision focused as she read the short note.

"Had fun. Call me - (01-867-5309) -JE"

Underneath it there was one more line that read, "P.S. for your roommate, $10"

She rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.